Su Changxing’s face darkened, realizing that he should have known earlier that there were no monks in this world, only players!

For players, finding ways to enhance their power is what’s real.

The various factions formed are just a way to band together for warmth, and then extract nutrients from others.

Su Changxing turned his head, looking sideways at the little monk, and said gloomily, "If you don’t want to die, you’d better not stop me."

If the other party really angered him, even if it were the entire Magpie Mountain Temple, so what? Players can’t die here, but he can kill them.

He is naturally in an undefeated position.

The palpable murderous intent made the little monk pause in surprise, "You’ve killed too many people, sir. A killer like you usually doesn’t go far, maybe joining us could save you."

"For the Extraordinary, mind, spirit, and soul are crucial. Here, countless players go mad from losing control or simply die daily. Others can’t kill you, but you can self-destruct."

He looked confident, thinking he had Su Changxing figured out. Most of the time, murderous intent is useless, true strength matters.

Su Changxing stared at him and laughed, "You just want me to work for you, why don’t you say it straightforwardly, instead of being so mysterious, and I don’t have the time, either."

"I’m telling you for the last time, don’t block my way."

He knew if he killed the little monk here, the whole Magpie Mountain Temple would become his enemy and hunt him down.

That was expected; not only did he kill a monk, it would be a slap in the face to Magpie Mountain Temple.

But at this point, he had no room to retreat.

He continued to turn away, walking back, the pressure didn’t lessen, it only grew heavier with each step he took.

Pushing one’s luck, huh.

He couldn’t understand how these veteran players could have such a disdainful attitude towards new players, lacking any sense of equality.

In this world, power is everything; everything else is illusory. And since death is not the end, players act even more recklessly.

The little monk saw Su Changxing suddenly stop, wearing a gentle smile, thinking he had yielded, "The Buddha was right, sincerity moves people."

Bang~

A dull gunshot rang out.

The silver bullet pierced through his skull, hitting its mark.

"Sincerity, my ass."

At this moment, Su Changxing was already behind him, holding a black and white sniper rifle, aimed at his head.

The little monk reacted, shouting loudly, his whole body emanating golden light.

Su Changxing only felt his body become heavy, moving even a little was difficult, bound tightly in place.

The little monk was about to say something to the immobilized Su Changxing, but was interrupted by another gunshot, taking a bullet to the chest and being knocked back by the force, crashing against the temple’s red doors.

The commotion only drew casual glances from the pilgrims visiting the temple, who looked on indifferently.

By the time the monks from the temple rushed out, Su Changxing had already fled, leaving only the dying little monk on the ground.

They were shocked to see the little monk’s skin disintegrating rapidly.

The little monk, seeing his fellow monks, hurriedly shouted, "Don’t come near me, this is a plague, it’s terrifying..."

But before finishing, he lost strength, feeling his whole body numb, his spirit succumbing to fatigue and darkness.

Death was such an effortless and negligent matter.

The other monks were startled, "He’s dead, Fang Yuan is dead, quickly call the abbot to take a look."

The abbot, clad in red robes, slowly emerged, infuriated at the sight of the young monk’s corpse, striking the ground with his staff, "Did anyone see who it was? The audacity to commit murder in my Magpie Mountain Temple!"

No one answered.

It had only been the little monk and Su Changxing there, the pilgrims merely observed from afar, having some vague impressions.

At this point, they hadn’t realized the young monk was truly dead, assuming it was just typical player-on-player violence, a regular death, and he could be resurrected.

Hence, they didn’t rush to pursue Su Changxing, planning to seek revenge after the young monk’s revival.

Su Changxing fled from Magpie Mountain Temple, confirming no one saw him during the escape, only thinking the little monk was persistent in making him offer incense.

This proved quite a headache, getting into trouble with a bunch of troublesome monks upon arriving.

Next, he found a forest to rest, seeing if he could find a way to suppress the plague on him.

His body and the plague seemed to reach a tug-of-war equilibrium, constantly gaining resistance against the plague, theoretically suppressing it soon enough.

Yet the plague seemed to be triggered by something, growing as well.

The plague he carried was more terrifying than that from the Source of Plague, not only causing weakness but paralysis, confusion.

Realizing this, he felt a headache, sensing his body as a ticking time bomb, easily backfired by the plague.

"Need to find a way to enhance my physique, or I might not withstand the plague."

Taking a deep breath, he felt like walking a tightrope, then from the Pocket Galaxy, he pulled out a protective suit to wear, reducing the plague’s contagion.

Others wear protective suits for self-protection; he wore it to protect others, which seemed laughable.

However, with the plague reaching this stage, the suit wasn’t effective. If in close contact, transmission was inevitable.

He was like walking a tightrope now; the monks might trouble him anytime.

There was one more issue.

He realized his stay here was limited, as he came through a temporary passage.

The time limit was ten days.

He wasn’t aiming to advance within these ten days, just finding a suitable position would suffice.

Dressed in the protective suit, he headed towards the city walls swaggeringly.

His appearance changed entirely compared to before, confident the monks wouldn’t recognize him.

This was a double advantage.

Reaching the main road, he saw two new players being extorted by an old player.

He recognized them as new players because he had seen them at the Celestial Gate earlier.

However, the two newbie players were clearly defiant, unwilling to pay the protection fee easily.

Unaware of the protection for new players, they were provoked by the old player into attacking, ending up battered and bruised, eventually coughing up the protection fee.